A Time to Talk


Posted on 16th Feb 2014 07:03 pm by admin

When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaning walk,
I don’t stand still and look around
On all the hills I haven’t hoed,
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And shout from where I am, What is it?
No, not as there is a time to talk.
I thrust my hoe in the mellow ground,
Blade-end up and five feet tall,
And plod: I go up to the stone wall
For a friendly visit.

-Robert Frost (1874-1963)
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Umar bhar nibhana

ये तो फूल है जिन्दगी की राहों को महका

My Love...

You make me laugh and smile

when I need a cry, even if it's only for a little while.

The Moon...

The moon has a face like the clock in the hall;

She shines on thieves on the garden wall,

AAG KI BHIKH

धुँधली हुईं दिशाएँ, छाने लगा कुहासा,

Chai-Chai

रेलवे स्टेशन पर एक चाय वाले ने सुन्दर

dard ko kisne dekha hai

Mere dard ko kisne dekha hai,

jisne dekha hai mujhe haste dekh hai,

akser rota ha

Climb Every Mountain

Everyone's got a big mountain to climb,

All those with an incurable illness.

Each

CHEHRE PE KITABO SE JYADA LIKHA HAI

GIRNA BHI ACHHA HAI 

OUKA KA PATA CHALTA HAI

BADTE HAI JUB HATH UTHANE KO&nb

WO HUMDUM NAYI BEDAD KARTE HAI
इलाही ख़ैर! वो हरदम नई बेदाद करते हैं,

mera tiranga rehne do

khub behti he ,

aman ki ganga behne do...

mat felao desh me danga rehne do....

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